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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,192
Peak in subgenre #522
Author
Truescribe/Noviss
Rights
2003
Uploaded
August 29, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Demented 4 a day
My sickness is so unprecedented
I leave the whole fabric of your essence dented
An ever-present lord whose weapon’s a crescent sword
Hazardous as driving instructors teaching a lesson floored
Lyrical surgeon operating with no license
Get your flesh ripped apart like bisons
Divorce your marriage to breath as Givens did Tyson
Incinerate coffins so there’s nothing to put your life in
I call my ice pick a body pick
Inspire you to make your shotti kick like a John Gotti flick
Resurrect Romans to relive a sick time
Coat their double-edged weaponry with strychnine
Born without a rope so I got a hole in my navel
Conscience is hollow breath fire through my nasal
Attention to the weakened best listen when I’m speakin
Or I’ll have you leaking like the sweat from a Deacon
If I was demented for a day
In cohesion with relentless for a day
If I was demented for a day the anger I’d display
Fragment brains orally, ingest the decay
If I was sick for 24
In cohesion with slick for 24
If I was sick for 24 I’d stick in a store like it was usual
Stroll out like it’s constitutional
Verse 2
Elaborate plans to remove genitals from generals
So they can’t trace whether the fluid was seminal
Leaving eyes pried open, force them to stare at the sun rays
Sedate vampires on the beach and watch them sun bathe
One day, a bum outstretched his hat I gave him 50 Lira
Planted explosions at a UN meeting in Geneva
Swelled my head greened my skin got my eyes blackened
Blamed the latest crimes on non-planetary contraptions
Lights camera action, so demented cameras refused to roll
Unzipped my bag and looked at 10 pins, heads I used to bowl
That’s the only way MC’s are on a roll check my strike
Basketball nah heads are too bloody to be palmed by Mike
I’m designed to be relentless until the end of the mission
Until the resignation of each and every mortician
Until the self-elimination of every pro-peace politician
Until life itself is forced open it’s ears and listen
Verse 3
The new Blacula in a blood tinted Acura
Sucking lives away for plasma incorporating asthma
Lyrically sicker than necrophilia
Reality, I’m the reason they never found Amelia
Kidnap your soul before it leaves ya
Bless you with pain put you in a time frame before anesthesia
My delicatessen is saltless feline eyeballs
Force-feed you Midol with a gallon of Lysol
Hey I’m a nice guy just taking bad breath away
And thank me for the PMS symptoms now left at bay
Valedictorian in the school of a thousand psychotics
I studied murder like Cali pimps study hydraulics
I kill a whole nation in a session of meditation
Throw down my guns and fulfill it with decapitation
A great way to finalize how I shape the day
Sharpen a bulls horns, take the matador’s cape away
